Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 81

As Genevieve hung up, Anthony stood up and his face turned somber.

“Go and get Samson’s caretaker,” Anthony snarled.

“Yes, sir,” Daniel responded immediately.

Soon after, a housekeeper was led to him, her face wrinkled with worry.

“Mr. Hoffman… The housekeeper started.

Anthony interrupted, “Is Samson with you all the time?”

Anthony’s voice was cold enough to freeze ice.

The housekeeper was flustered. Her voice trembled as she replied, “Yes…”

Anthony took in her reaction and narrowed his eyes. His gaze took on a chilling light.

“Honestly, how dare you lie when Mr. Hoffman is questioning you?” Daniel exclaimed.

The housekeeper trembled slightly. She hesitated for a few seconds, She couldn’t help but confess, “I didn’t mean to. It was Ms. Stewart who told me not to tell you.”

“Recently, Ms. Stewart frequently asks me to bring Samson to her the housekeeper explained. “She locks him in a room so on Malcolm instead, Samson is too little and cries often. When he cries, Ms. Stewart…”

m so that we can focus

The servant hesitated, slightly frightened.

“She…?” Daniel prompted.

“Ms.

Stewart will scold him, occasionally beat him, and even starve him. There’s nothing we can do….

The housekeeper lowered her head, trembling with fear, and whispered, “Maybe it’s because Malcolm can’t speak, but when Ms. Stewart is angry, she’ll

il take it out on Samson because she can’t bear to take it out on her own son…”

child!

Who would have thought this bright young woman could be so harsh on a child!

There was dead silence in the office.

Anthony’s expression was twisted with distaste, his face harsh and foreboding. The air around him became several degrees colder.

Suddenly, he grabbed an ornament on the table, well worth six figures, and hurled it to the ground. The veins of his arms strained against the

skin, and his whole body was tense.

The housekeeper didn’t dare to make another sound

Anthony’s voice was dark and frigid, causing chills to skitter down their backs.

“Go and take Samson away. You don’t have to inform anyone, Anthony ordered.

He knew that Samson would be ruined if he continued staying with Rosalie.

nodded, “I’ll arrange it.”

looked at the housekeeper.

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happened in the

beat around the bush and told him everything in full detail

She scolded people every time she opened her mouth, and she struck others whenever she raised her hand. She would not even consider sparing an innocent child

be as gentle as a

in actuality, she was a completely different

from his chest, Anthony took a deep

out” Anthony ordered in the

happened in the wake of Rosalie’s return to

lost his wife and

it weren’t for

lump in his throat as the blood rushed to his head, and he tasted the tang of iron on

was solely for

picked up his phone and

and have a drink

the screen of his own phone, confusion

middle of the

group of people to keep

was very lively

of their statuses. These men were either

ride their coattails, so they were working hard at entertaining them.

one beside Anthony was the prettiest, even vaguely looking like

tell if this

the shadowy booth, solemn and weighty,

voice in the afternoon, it was akin to a hook dragging out his deepest

He couldn’t ho

longer, overwhelmed by his surging

said was

on Samson,

He wanted her

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sure he would be good

wouldn’t Genevieve

but it might

him

wrong?” One of them cajoled. “Are you trying to drown

the point of drinking by yourself? Genie, hurry up and pour some wine for Mr.

the female model beside Anthony.

eye–catching, but she had been unable to

she heard this, she immediately knelt and poured Anthony

trying to convey something while handing the glass to him.

squinted and seemed a little startled when he

he just

‘Genie?

her?‘

y wondered.

was fierce as he reached out and

gravelly voice, Anthony asked, “Is that you, Gen?”

raised her